Sonnet 60

OFt with true sighes, oft with vncalled teares,
Now with slow words, now with dumbe eloquence,
I Stellas eyes assailde, I closde her eares,
But this at last is her sweetest defence;
That who indeede a sound affection beares,
So captiues to his Saint both soule and mind,
That wholie Hers, all selfnes hee forbeares.
Thence his desire he learnes, his liues course thence,
Now since this chast loue, hates this loue in mee;
With chastned minde I needes must shew, that shee
Shall quickly me from what she hates remoue.
O Doctor Cupid, thou for me reply:
Driuen els to graunt by Angell Sophistry,
That I loue not, without I leaue to loue.